Frigid Frosty Freezing
I kind of like this one…
Logan POV
Setting: Me and Carlos's Bedroom
Temperature: About ten degrees Fahrenheit
Reason: Freak storm during the winter, power outage
Everyone in the whole of Palm Woods must be cuddled up with their roomie. Everyone. Carlos and I are in Carlos's bed. When something cold and alive begins creeping up my leg, I decide that Carlos needs to wake up. Now. His toes are like ice cubes. And, unlike his hands, they leave goose bumps in their path, rather than fire. Before I decide which painful method of torture I want to use to wake him up, his eyes blink open, looking surprised to see me. I try my hardest not to flush when he gives me a very innocent, and cute, and pointed look. Translation- what are you doing in my bed, not that I'm complaining. I direct his hand to his unnecessarily ice-like foot. His eyes widen in comprehension and he gets a deviously wicked glint in his eyes. He scoots down a bit so that his body is slightly lower than mine and rests his head on my chest, still smiling like the Cheshire cat. He shifts closer, wherever our bodies touch there is warmth. Where skin meets skin conflagration ensues. A raging fire burns its way to my brain, leaving me unable to think. I'm being burned like never before, roasting from the inside out. A wonderful agony and we haven't even kissed yet. I don't think I'll ever be cold again either. And right before our lips meet he murmurs three words I'll never forget.
"I'm still cold…"
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It seemed longer when I was typing it…